Alfalfa

I still remember ---

Out on the farm,

In the late afternoons

When the sun was warm ---

The pasture gate

That let me through

To the place

Where tall alfalfa grew ---

Alfalfa, green

And lush and sweet,

And the ground so cool

To small bare feet.

I still remember

The sun gong down,

Spilling pure gold

On the roofs of the town;

The clang of milk pails;

The cattle lowing;

And the cool, sweet fragrance

Of alfalfa growing.

~ Margaret Neel